Category: Uncategorized

Um, yeah.

Lawrence got “between 4 and 10 inches” — nobody’s quite sure, because 40 mph winds blew everything around, leading to areas like on our lawn where you can see patches of grass sticking up through the snow, sitting next to 4-foot-high snow drifts.

It’s still snowing, and blowing. Expecting another 2 inches tonight, maybe another inch tomorrow before we’re done.

Everybody here is snug and safe — we’re going to eat our WHO FEAST within an hour or so — waiting for side dishes to finish — Turkey(s) (not Roast Beast) are done. (We have 2 12-pounders, since the store was out of larger birds, and we have 5 hungry people here, a couple of which are teenagers.) Probably watch Doctor Who – The End of Time, Pt. 1 later this evening (Yes, I already have it — this is me we’re talking about).

Laura’s family postponed Christmas gathering due to the roads — although I’m not sure we’re going to be able to dig out and go tomorrow, either (no plowing yet around us — although Ian did a stalwart job of semi-clearing the driveway).

Anyway — Loot summary over the next couple of days . I’ve got feasting to do. (Both turkey this evening, and footy tomorrow, during the Boxing Day matches!)

Gawrblezzus, evrywun.

I’ve been doing this since I started blogging, and this year is no exception.

A quote which sums up my feelings regarding the holiday, even as a non-Christian:

“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,” returned the nephew: “Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round — apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that — as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
— Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

In short, it’s a holiday that often makes people treat one another just a bit BETTER. Even if only for a short time. There’s surely something wonderous in that.

Merry Christmas, all.

The holiday travel joy has begun.

Kid 3 arrives this evening from Colorado — and so far, things are looking OK there.

Kid 1, however, has been bumped to tomorrow. TOMORROW. Flights in and out of JFK are fine. Not a problem at all. No, the problem is the ridiculous puddle-jump from Hartford to JFK. No flight crew, massive cancellations. She can’t fly out of Hartford AT ALL today. Ridiculous. The fucking airline could’ve hired a BUS to take people from Hartford to JFK and she would’ve made her connection on time. But no, the days of airline accountability are long since gone.

So tomorrow? More ridiculous. Hartford to Fort Meyers to Atlanta to KC. Yeah, Atlanta. Busiest airport, reputation for fuck-ups, 3 days before Christmas. To be honest, I’m expecting she’ll get stuck there, and we’ll see her on Wednesday.

Remember when we had an air travel system that worked?